What She Craves (7 page)
What She Craves
“You’ll come to me and we’ll cry together.”
“Thanks, Summer. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Back atcha, babe.” Summer winked as she stood. “'I'll let myself out the back door.”
It’d been too long. Devon had waited by the phone, willing it to ring. Willing the woman of his dreams to call and put him out of his torment. He’d gone over their night together in minute detail. Her expressive blue eyes, petite, curvy body and that tight little ass. He’d never been so obsessed with a woman. Now, as he saw her with her hair damp, her face free of makeup, and wearing a tight pair of grey shorts and a cute little white tank, Devon’s cock swelled and hardened. He had to shift on his feet to keep his dick from feeling strangled. Glancing over at Con, Devon saw the same raw need. The same desperate hunger. The past two days had been hell for the both of them.
“We wanted to know if you’ve made a decision yet.”
Devon had tried to stay away. He’d had every intention of waiting for her. But frustration won out. He needed to know if she was going to cut them loose or give them a chance to have something more, something beautiful. Of course, his dick just wanted another shot at paradise. And there was no reasoning with it, either. He’d stayed semi-hard since dropping Tory off after the party.
She motioned them inside. “Thought you two were going to give me time to think? What happened to that?”
Devon entered the small living room, Con came in behind him. “We gave you exactly two days, five hours and…” Con checked his watch, then looked back up at her. “Thirteen minutes.”
“Gee, thanks for the update,” Tory said, as she toyed with the hem of her tank. This close, Devon could smell her clean scent, as well as that damn coconut shampoo she was so fond of. She crossed her legs at the ankles, and Devon barely contained a groan. God, she looked good. The dressed-up version was downright edible. But the fresh-from-a-shower look was freaking delicious.
“You look good, baby,” Con growled. “Real good.”
He saw Tory’s eyes light with humor. She was so pretty when she smiled. It’d been way too long since he’d seen her smile. “I look awful, but thanks.” She started to fidget. As if trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news? Or was it good news.
“I’ve always found the direct approach works best, sugar.” Devon forced a note of lightheartedness into his voice. A lightheartedness he wasn’t even close to feeling at that moment.
Tory shrugged, then blurted, “I’m willing.”
Devon tensed. Con stepped closer, nearly touching. “Willing?” they said in unison.
“The other night was…wonderful. It was beyond anything I ever imagined. I don’t want to go the rest of my life wondering what
could have been
.”
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Devon cursed and closed the gap separating them. “Damn good answer, sugar,” he murmured before dipping his head and tasting heaven. Oh hell, yeah. The woman was made for loving. Damn, he’d missed her taste. Her scent. Even her sassy mouth. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if she knew just which buttons to push. It pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.
As he devoured Tory’s plump lips, Con moved up behind her and wrapped an arm around her stomach, then pressed his lips to her neck. Tory moaned and twined her arms around Devon’s neck, melting back against Con. Devon teased his tongue back and forth over the seam of her lips, only too pleased when she parted and let him enter. Devon ached to be inside her tight heat. He released her long enough to flip the lock on her front door—he wasn’t about to be interrupted. Bending at the knees, Devon lifted her into his arms and took her to the couch. He sat her carefully on the cushion.
“Clothes,” she ordered.
Great minds, Devon thought. Within seconds, they were all three naked. Devon dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warmth of her pussy. “Son of a bitch, I missed you.” He reached around and palmed her buttocks. He squeezed and felt her shudder.
“We need you, baby,” Con admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “Only you.”
“It’s the same for me, Con,” Tory cried, burying her fingers into Devon’s hair.
Devon stood, turned Tory around so she was on her knees facing the back of the couch, then sank his cock deep. Tory shouted his name, throwing her head back and clutching on to the cushion.
“Jesus, that’s good, Tory. Tight and hot. Like a loving fist milking me dry.” In fact it was a little too good. “Condom. Damn, I forgot.”
“I-I’m on the Pill. And clean. Please don’t leave me,” she pleaded. “Not now, Devon. Please.”
Music to his ears. “I’m clean too and I’m not going anywhere, sugar.” For emphasis, Devon pushed deeper, filling her completely.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Con softly ordered. “I want those pretty lips around my dick.”
Tory’s eyelids fluttered open. With her gaze locked on Con, she leaned forward and took his cock in both hands and kissed the tip. Con snarled. “Suck it. Don’t fucking tease me, little girl.”
Tory grinned, then licked him from balls to tip. Devon watched her mouth work as he fucked her tight cunt. “Such a good girl,” Devon praised. “Swallow that cock real sweet for Con.”
Devon fucked her harder, faster, thrusting into her, while Tory sucked on Con’s cock. Her cheeks hollowed, and Con cursed. “I’m going to come, baby. Pull out now if you don’t want a mouthful.”
Tory moaned and appeared to clamp down harder. Con grabbed the back of her head and held her in a firm grip as he came, shouting her name. Devon pulled his dick all the way out, then slammed back into her once, twice. Tory erupted all around him, inner muscles tightening, her juices bathing him. He arched his neck as flesh slapped against flesh. She cried his name, climaxing once more. Devon exploded, emptying every last drop of his seed into her hot cunt.
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Slumping over her, all three of them exhausted and sweating, Devon muttered, “You’re incredible, sugar. So damn incredible.”
“Yeah, what Devon said.” Con groaned as he collapsed onto the couch next to Tory.
Tory laughed and shifted around. Devon’s cock slipped free and he already missed the contact. “I don’t know about incredible, but I do feel like the luckiest woman in the world right about now.”
Devon’s head shot up at the shyly uttered words. “And why is that?”
She turned and kissed his cheek, then did the same to Con. “Because I have the two of you. Almost makes me feel a tad selfish.” She winked as a small grin escaped. “Almost.”
Devon took her face in his hands. “You’re our best friend and the only woman we’ve ever wanted to share our lives with.”
“Devon’s right,” Con said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side.
“You’re the only one, baby.”
Tory settled against Con. Devon couldn’t help but notice how right it seemed to see her there. “So, what are we going to do for New Year’s?”
Devon and Con both chuckled. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Tory stroked a hand over Devon’s abdomen. His cock immediately responded to the feathery touch.
“Mmm, I can’t wait.”
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What She Needs
Summer just got a whole lot hotter.
What She Wants
© 2010 Anne Rainey
Summer Chase has loved and lost, and she has no intention of ever going through that pain again. But when a Camaro-driving hunk shows up at her B&B looking for a room for the week, she sees something more than a hard-bodied guest. For the first time since her husband’s death, her sexual interest is awakened—and she’s not about to hit the snooze button.
P.I. Gage Knight is in desperate need of a vacation. An impromptu trip to Cape May, New Jersey is just what he needs to relax and unwind. But when he knocks on the B&B’s door and comes face to face with its sexy owner,
relaxing
drops to the bottom of his to-do list. Now all he wants is a tasty Summer treat, and he plans to savor the curvaceous beauty one delectable inch at a time.
Gage’s smoldering kisses turn Summer inside out, not to mention what he does to the rest of her body.
But when it’s time for him to drive off into the sunset, she comes to a horrifying realization—she’s lost her heart.
Warning: This story contains a hard-as-nails, ornery, demanding, tattooed PI eager to please, a widow ready to get back to the business of living
and
loving, and the kind of hot summer sex that you just might want to bookmark for later.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
What She Wants: As the hostess led the way through the crowded restaurant, Summer turned back to Gage and whispered, “I really can’t think of a better beach restaurant. Their crab cakes are fantastic.”
When they reached their table, Gage held her chair for her and murmured, “I trust your expert judgment, sweetheart.”
They were seated in the covered rear garden terrace. Summer’s heart beat erratically, nearly drowning out the simple romantic beauty of the moment. It’d been so long since she’d enjoyed a meal with a member of the opposite sex in any kind of romantic way.
Though Summer had guy friends, friendship couldn’t replace her need for intimacy. Tender touches and warm kisses—she hadn’t realized how much she missed those things until Gage had shown up at her door. Sparks had flown. Being with him, even in such an innocent way as having dinner, caused Summer’s juices to stir.
“So, Summer, do you come to this restaurant often?”
“I wish, but no, I’m usually too busy.”
He leaned across the table. “You should never be too busy for fun.”
Man, he was sexy. Summer’s mind blanked as she gazed at him. In the muted light, his smooth, tan head shone. She’d never known how sexy a bald man could be until Gage. She had the urge to run her fingers over his scalp. His five o’clock shadow only added to his dark, masculine appeal. If she were bold like Tory, she’d reach out and stroke his firm jaw. Too bad she wasn’t. He was so damn good-looking, and she really wanted to touch him. All over. For hours.
“Summer?”
“Oh, yes, I think you’re exactly right,” she breathed out. Lordy, even when she’d married Seth she hadn’t been this excited. That thought gave her a momentary pang of guilt. Thinking of Seth and looking at Gage, she knew it was way past time for her to move on with her life. She’d been stagnant too long.
Seth would have never wanted her to pine away for him forever, living in the past and shoving the future further and further beyond her reach. He’d want her to move on, get through the grieving and get to the living.
With just a hint of an ornery smile playing at the corners of Gage’s lips, Summer had a feeling he was the sort of man who lived life to its fullest. Even his profession was exciting. A private eye. Scandal and intrigue. Action and danger. Yep, definitely more exciting than running a B&B. What would it be like to make love to the roguish man? He was like a juicy steak sitting on the edge of the table, and she was the puppy dying to sink her teeth into the scrumptious feast. So close. All she had to do was reach out and she’d have him in her voracious mouth.
“Hey, Summer, care to share?”
“Share?”
“You looked pretty far off there for a second.”
She waved his words away. “It doesn’t matter. Tell me, what made you choose Cape May for your vacation?”
He picked up his fork and started back on his pan-seared cod. “My aunt made it sound pretty appealing.” The fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His lips curved upward as he said, “So far, she was right on the money.”
She took a sip of her diet cola. “You talk a lot about her. Are you close to her?” When she realized he’d stopped eating, she knew she’d said something wrong. “What did I say?”
“You don’t know what happened to my parents?”
Her heart clenched at the obvious pain in his voice. “No, I’m sorry.”
“They were killed at a carryout. Some guy high on acid came in and demanded money from the clerk.
The clerk gave him what he wanted, but the asshole was so far gone he started shooting. Later he told the police he’d been trying to kill the
snakes
. Hallucinations. Mom was shot in the chest. She died instantly.
Dad was shot three times. He died on the way to the hospital. The clerk took a bullet in the arm. He survived.”
“Gage…I’m so sorry.”
He nodded. “It was years ago. I’d just graduated from college when it happened. Aunt Bev sort of stepped in and took over where mom left off. She’s been pretty great.”
“I’m glad you had her.”
“Me too. Anyway, that’s the reason I became a private investigator. I wanted to help people.”
Summer understood loss all too well. She also knew words were useless. She reached across the table and placed her hand over his. When he turned his palm up and twined his fingers with hers, the air around them changed, heated. Her comforting gesture had quickly morphed into something much more, much deeper.
Trying to act nonchalant, Summer slipped her hand from his and inquired, “So, how long have you been a PI?”
“I hung out my shingle five years ago. It was tough going at first, but now I can be choosy.”
